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taikk0 · 9 months ago
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at first i loled and then i serioused
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justaz · 3 months ago
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merlin and mordred fic where mordred just out and confesses that he’s a druid one day and arthur and the knights welcome him without blinking and merlin is Not Not Jealous at how everyone just accepted him and didn’t get upset about the lies and hiding or magical background and arthur is even reviewing the laws to try and find a way to keep mordred out of legal trouble which leads him down a wormhole of research and comes out the other side wanting to repeal the magic ban entirely. merlin is Not Not Not Not Jealous or Envious at how mordred was able to change everything that merlin has been working his ass off to achieve one day, all his bloodshed and misery and pain in the name of a future he only had hope for - only for a druid boy with bigger dreams to come along and change everything within like a year of barely hiding and no bloodshed.
mordred brings up his abysmal magic from his childhood and merlin thinks the open admittance of magic maybe then they’ll start to grow suspicious but they DON’T and instead watch mordred with fascination and call out encouragement as mordred tries to light a fire. merlin is. Slightly Envious. the life mordred has created for himself here, the dynamic he’s forged between him and merlin’s friends - that’s what merlin wanted. he wanted to be seen, be valued, be appreciated entirely without the hiding or secrets. he wanted his friends to watch, entranced, as merlin wove magic through the air. mordred comes to merlin, unaware of his emotional turmoil, and asks for merlin to teach him magic bc he is just not getting it.
merlin wants to reject him and the words are halfway out of his mouth before his mind conjures an evil plan. if he teaches mordred magic and helps him grow in power, then the others might see him as a threat and treat him differently. he agrees. one sided enemies to brothers where merlin begrudgingly teaches mordred magic in hopes of ruining the life and friends he’s made but ends up growing to care for him and taking him under his wing and becoming a reluctant older brother who will never admit that he cares for the annoying little shit but he’d slaughter a whole army to keep him safe
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casualheizouenjoyers · 1 year ago
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- secrets i have held in my heart
featuring: jing yuan, bailu, yanqing, reader
warnings: a bit angsty ig, hanahaki au, blood, sickness, throwing up, coughing and just general sick stuff
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Orchids grow where others cannot.
This phrase reigns especially true when orchids begin to grow in your body. Scratching your throat and clogging up your lungs. 
You try to laugh it off as a small cough, a small sickness, as if the whole thing didn’t fill you with dread when you thought about the invasive plant infesting your every breath. 
It isn’t until finally you violently cough over your sink that a bloodied white orchid petal came fluttering out.
Were… you some form of mara struck? You wondered in confusion at the collection of petals that grew with each hack of your lungs. 
The high elder —Bailu— immediately takes up your case. Which is potentially concerning as you’ve gone to about possibly any doctor that will see you for some kind of explanation to your floral fever and none of them have had anything good to say. 
In fact, they have nothing to say about your illness. No one knew what was causing the orchids to bloom, making a home of your decaying body; a pretty parasite taking you ahold. 
The little Vidyadhara girl frowned upon seeing the collection of whole flowers and crumbled petals, all coated with a splattered layer of dried blood. 
Bailu’s eyes squinted as she observed the floral. 
Perhaps, it was some kind of achievement that you had every doctor and healer on the luofu stumped at your conditions? 
It isn’t until you’re coughing out another flower, this time red covering it was still vibrant and liquid, that the healer decided you were some form of mara struck and needed to be monitored closely. Even as she wrote out her prescription and made you promise to come back the next week, you could tell she wasn’t too sure about what she was saying.
That did absolutely nothing to calm your nerves. 
You go home after collecting your prescription and puke out leaves and stems along with the flowers. 
Despite your sickness, work is work, you decided, and working as a tutor was fulfilling for you. You hope —prayed— that the sight of your favorite student, Yanqing, would bring you some form of joy. The lesson went smoothly, though it was clear your student’s mind was up in the clouds, but you didn’t comment about it as yours was rooted deep elsewhere. 
With the closing of the textbook, Yanqing’s eyes light up. 
“Can we swordfight now?” The teenaged boy asked.
You almost said no.
You had realized early on that Yanqing would do his work and pay attention better if you found a way to relate it to swordsmanship, or if you promised that the two of you would spar a little after a lesson. 
There was a growing weakness in your body. It seemed that describing the flowers as a parasite wasn’t inaccurate, as every day went on you felt them drain the energy out of you. 
Yanqing waited for your response.
You nodded, standing up and picking up your sword from where it rested on a wall. Once, you had used it as a cloud knight, now it only ever saw use when teaching the blonde boy. 
Yanqing excitedly ran to the other side of the room, drawing his sword and getting into position. He paused, looking over at you.
When did your eyes become so sunken in? Your hand shook as you held your sword up and it became increasingly clear to Yanqing that you were in no position to swordfight. 
Your student called out your name, a hint of concern in his voice. 
“I— Give me a moment—” You called out, placing a hand on your head as a sudden headache came, making your vision blur and your legs lose balance as you head tumbling for the floor.
Yanqing tossed his sword far away as he slid to catch you. 
Bailu is halfway through her yearly appointment with the general when you come in with Yanqing by your side.
You mumbled apologies for the interruption and swore on your life you were fine. 
You had honestly not realized how bad things had gotten in the few days from the last time you had seen the healer.
Your heart fluttered at the sight of Jing Yuan.
The orchid also fluttered out of your mouth in a set of coughs that leave you out of breath on the ground, Yanqing down at your side again. 
There are multiple voices speaking but your mind can focus on none of them. 
Jing Yuan helped you up and you feel your heart clench up as a choke comes to your throat.
More orchids. 
He whispered to you in a soft voice, trying to help you through this coughing fit as Yanqing explained the situation that had happened just a few minutes before. 
Bailu watched this, shock painted on the girls face as she realized two truths.
You were indeed mara struck, just with a rare mutation that had gone out thousands of years ago. 
You were also in love with the general
and it was going to be the death of you.
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lil-beanz000 · 1 year ago
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Fucked around with a new brush~ I absolutely hate it….. an this isn’t my fav drawing too but oh well 😅 posting it anyways I guess~🙃
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stellacaerulea · 4 months ago
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The Nikkiverse in a nutshell
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kururusti · 1 year ago
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makwandis · 11 months ago
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this is for an alternate history human au set in the 14th(?) century- gil as a pagan warlord turned king of the newly united prussian tribes, who must convert to christianity and marry a christian noble. enter roderich, an austrian prince, the perfect candidate to legitimize gilberts kingdom in the eyes of the empire and the church, and 2 melt gils hard warlord heart✨️
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umblrspectrum · 2 years ago
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too lazy to color but not too lazy to shade. how the fuck does that work
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superbrightsunset · 2 years ago
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Sorry to subject y’all but I just can’t stop thinking about
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Graceful.
Gorgeous form.
Awesome footwork.
L e g s .
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rinupi · 7 months ago
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k0t3x-n3t · 6 months ago
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NSFW thought under the cut !!!
Akutagawa loves 69-ing. He would never admit it as long as he breathed, but he's lowkey obsessed with it. Just the idea of burying his face in someone's crotch and them returning the favor by choking down his dick gets him excited like nothing else. It also just gives him that sense of control that he wants, but also that feeling that he's being taken care of, something we all know he wants but would rather die than ask for.
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ajstuf · 10 months ago
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Ion know man
I'm just here
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justaz · 21 days ago
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thinkinnn bout arthur pendragon. my baby boy. he's such a bitch but also such a baby girl.
he never felt the love of a mother and relied on his father for all of the love and validation he needed growing up but uther never gave it to him unless he succeeded in battle - probably against druids/sorcerers. arthur never feeling like he was enough, that he was never worthy of love unless he did something for them or won a battle because that was the only time his father looked at him with a modicum of warmth.
being a prince raised to one day be king and being taught to never trust anyone, that as king he can only trust himself, and then watching his father fuck over the people of camelot and going "a king must make hard choices" but arthur never agrees with any of that!! he puts on the aloof asshole act to keep people away so he doesn't get hurt but baby boy wears his damn heart on his sleeve. he cares. SO much. he trusts everyone, no matter how many times he's been betrayed. he does everything he can for his people
he strives for their love and pride because he never got it growing up. he works his ass off to be the best king for his people that he can be, so he can be the best heir for his father that he can be, so he can be the best son for his mother that he can be - all so he can prove that he's good enough and worthy enough of love. yet time and time again, he's betrayed by those he has done nothing but be there for. time and time again, the people he's loved and trusted most have betrayed him and left him like he was nothing. proving to him time and time again that he wasn't enough, that he'll never be enough for their love or loyalty.
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karsticlife · 5 months ago
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Mark and Tom singing One Shot
Source: YouTube?? I'M SRY IDK HOW TO ADD ITT
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sentientfern · 14 days ago
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This years halloween costume is a cosplay of Kate Weatherall, made by yours truly :>
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acrylicae · 9 months ago
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shi qingxuan definitely made them friendship bracelets at some point </3
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